Difference

    “Clock at times is more interested in testing what way we will be able to handle what comes in our way”. This very phrase may be not having any meaning for other surviving souls on this earth but when it comes to me this has got deep meaning and well it’s also USP for me which gives me some external source of energy to take some call on the how to act when things don’t go as per our will and also that’s where virtue called patience and art called compromise comes handy.

These blog has only thoughts which have passed through my mind some or other way and may be its just what I think and not what it should be actually. Basically I am not intending in any manner to anyone to read what I am thinking but few things which I thought will be by all means interesting to know from many other tilted angles as well.

   

   When we are at our place rather I should say our inbuilt comfort zone its by default implied that each and every thing will be as per our owned dreamt will and thus we hardly take that thing into consideration or I should say take notice of it but when we are not in our comfort zone is for sure that things will not be as per our thought will. And that’s the time when we want those unwilled things to be exactly the mirror way as we plan them to have. This highlights the gap which also takes us to the “Difference” which is created out of this and well story also has many other facets which should be termed just other way of looking at life.

   

    Difference is small word but well has in-depth meaning which drags us to point where we can our self see the deviation and define that life is not just walk or journey but also stable platform which gets updated on continuous basis here I am talking about stability which keeps on changing. Actually strange and pun but dead truth which nobody can deny when any individual is logically awake. Words have feelings but meaning always believes in logic and here we see that word “difference” has feelings but meaning always gets 360 supports from logic.

Signing off for the hour as who knows what the next hour has to blog in….

Reserved Train Ticket…

       Hardly there would be any Indian who has not traveled in train and has not experienced the journey which is on rails. And it’s also a place where you get chance to see varied Indian culture or I would I say understand how different people behave when exposed to same situation. The rails which have to make sure that all the assembled coaches with their leader engine easily runs on it and covers the distance and with each step further reduces the distance between destination of people breathing in it, every day witnesses the same story but with different versatile characters playing same roles in little unique way.

       When we actually travel in train first question we like to know is are tickets available rather are our tickets reserved? And well the answer to this very question defines the way our journey will be as each one of us wants comfort and smoothness in life. But well every coin has two sides and there also consists population who believes in airtel Slogan “Jo tera hai wo mera hai”, and they actually enjoy the comfort in the journey at the cost of others and well what an Indian culture we believe in sharing or don’t we?

      The stage was set, the train was on whistle and the journey began early in the morning when even sun would have been sleeping. Slowly gradually the travelers who would be playing roles in further part of the story got settled down and they somehow managed to locate their positions from where they would be more comfortable to act from and by grace of loss making Indian rail story started though slow but at steady rate. As even when sun was acting lazy half of audience which was targeted fell asleep far more early than the artists thought but well the show was than postponed and then the when sun will shining hard it was decided to perform. You all might be thinking what actually I am talking, am I talking about train journey or a drama well “Life itself is stage where individuals have to give their best performance”. Not getting more philosophical and landing back on story and elating from where I left, the story has one character as lead and accompanied by many co-actors, the situation is that lady who has reserved train ticket was possessing the ownership right allotted to her by Indian rails for that particular journey and she was trying to enjoy the actually over crowded train and suddenly the villains not completely but kind of enters from the big gate of bogie from where an elephant size human can enter at ease and the group tries to adjust itself in coach where already hardly any place was visible to be termed as vacant.

     The characters which were playing role of villains then thought that enough is enough and now show should begin and thus without wasting any more time in set up they directly got themselves over covered by the characteristics which people like them should have and finally the curtains were raised and the story began and well even almighty was one of audience looking at them with lot of curiosity playing guess game that what level can my this created creatures cross.

     The lady was sitting on her seat and was much more comfortable then people who were standing nearby her, and I guess this was the only problem which those standup artist were having, and so they made some moves to make sure that some ‘jugad’ gets going and they also may enjoy the hospitality of Indian rails and feel pride of being owner of the blue colored seat, so they also searched place near this women like an owl and dared to enter the territory already owned by someone else. On this the lady did not allowed those and they entered into an verbal conflict where the outsiders started talking about all the ethical issues where as per them though you have reserved seat you should allow people who don’t have tickets to seat besides you and be modest and humble in your actions when you encounter such people. Anyhow verbal blow by both parties entertained the whole coach at least for some time and then the actors of the act were also tired of such a tiered some performance and thus though unwillingly but show was ended and curtains were allowed to get back to their positions.

    The idea behind this blog is simple that many times few things which we don’t expect to happen do happen in life and only thing which we could do is to defend ourselves in that position and still we are not availed justice, if I look at this act from apex court point of view this was completely unfair by intruders who came and occupied the seats without even having right to.

Backlog- Fragile Boundary

      It feels as if after a long time drought land has been showered with rain and water is just only meant to help land to maintain its existence, very clumsy way of handling the things as clarity is not even accepted by human today. When we ourselves are digging our own grave then things become very difficult to handle, everybody wants to be known and accepted by others but at the end of the day do we really think the mechanism behind it, in this materialistic world everyone is somewhere or other only busy in painting his/her own window it becomes tough to believe that anyone would even allow a unknown person or even may be known person to peep out of their window. The title Backlog- Fragile boundary in its totality is very absurd but again this has its own essence as far as this particular encounter of words is concerned.

        If we talk about backlog, very first understanding which we have about it is examination failure which is very common in today’s youth and they just take it as normal practice which is now has became a usual routine activity for many of them. But in other sense backlog is term used for carrying forward some past unhappy situations and connecting them with present situations and then either making mess out of it or over judging the outcome of any effort or move. Today when sun is just covered by clouds I am wondering that how can this backlog affect everyone and what makes it fragile in nature, it becomes very difficult when having this kind of backlog as it makes you over protective in almost all the things and then it also becomes hard to overcome the fence which is more or less self created, here when I am talking about fragility of fences I only mean that its more or less constructed by  oneself and it can also be got diluted by individuals only. If I am feeling bad about something then its only me who can make that feeling of  negativity reduced by involving in any pleasant activity, here the story is not about what has happened in past and  how dreadful it is but to mirror  that how much ready we are to tackle that in way it should be, for example lets us think about a tree who is dying from its roots , and logically it cannot be again grown from its branches some where or other the roots only are to be taken care of, people and situations are one and same situations change and same way people range, when I am singing a song it’s my own soul who is dancing on its tunes and when I am lamenting on my wrong it’s my soul who is crying on its deeds, when I am not able to reduce by pain from external then I cannot also increase my happiness through external, my reason for writing this or particularly selecting this topic of  “Backlog-  Fragile Boundary”  is because of many small but vast reasons, In a fraction of second smile romances on my lips and in fraction of second tears rolls down my eyes, there has to be some or other reason behind it, and then the mechanism which was root cause behind it is my own fragile fences which I have allowed  unlimited supply of cement.

     “I am trusted by many, But I am not trusted by any” the paradox in the lines itself are enough to throw what I mean from this encounter of words. “Who will come to you when you are the mere responsible for your tears, who will say you sorry when you are culprit of drought in rainy season”.

     When I am walking down the lane on this crowded road I am getting a feel of that the day I close my eyes I will be no where even mentioned, the day I take my last breathe I will not even be accepted in any grave, if its all about materialistic things than why I am so busy in calculating some hidden strings, “I want to liberate, I want to fly again, I can’t wait or else I will get dry in pain”

I may have been able to open the treasure over here but again, when it has always been about winning horse then why should I just make it take some pause.

Calculative mind

              In 21^st century when life is all about numerous ifs and buts each and every individual is somewhere or other lost in land of calculations just to make sure that he/she is protected against any UNCERTAINTY which may in some way or other disturb the smooth ongoing formula of leading life. Now this also means that today humans are smarter then their ancestors or I would say primitive man as they were not so good at calculations and we today are in far more better position than them and still we always wonder that life is either ruining us or life is running at us. Well for generation who is today somewhere fighting to get everything right this applies not only in drawing the future road map but also to the extent of getting affected by it in the thought process. We all are somewhere or other today half awake and still we are wondering that when will we get a sound sleep, as  unknowingly we are sleeping only, as things are now not in our control and we are just trying to make each fake effort to get the manipulated  calculations right.  The only reason for  which we should think on this is that when we know that things are not to be judged by outcome but they should merely be looked on as quality of efforts we put and then to leave it on some external or divine forces to calculate the outcome and accordingly this external forces depending on the suitability of inputs will judge and also calculate the outcome, still we involve in many creative number game and the reason behind it is that we lack  patience and thus we try to dig soil when we know that only thing we will do by digging soil is of uprooting our own sown seedlings, which may grow up as result of outcome and which will also be much more satisfactory  rather then  consuming all the little energy we have in clumsy calculations of outcome. No proposed theories are there over here which will make the understanding easy but  there can be an example of your own self which will make you selfaware about  how this calculative stuff at times kill the hidden potential and forces an individual to ‘do what is not to be done and how he then fights out what is right’

      Moving further on this with same logo but different tag line;  also what is forgotten here is the ‘focus’; for an archer his focus should be on his aim and not on the if’s and buts’ of hitting the target or not similarly we also should not be very conscious about end result but should enjoy the journey of discovering result, agreed that it’s hard to accept if the decision of almighty is not in our favor always but that is not accepted argument as each and everyone over here has a right to get what he/she wants provided he/she is equally dedicated in investing the requires efforts in it  moreover what also comes into picture over here is blind faith in our own efforts, when I say blind it does not means something baseless but here this ‘blind’ word actually is used to add flavor of positivity to the word faith, we should not think of end and should just continue the start as we always thought and wanted.’It is better to travel well than to arrive’ this line in its totality sums up the overall mantra of leading life and in simple lucid manner it constructs the pillars of solid understanding, this what we should ponder on as to how we can have a glorious journey and not the destination

My own kingdom

    Suddenly when I was wondering that where I am stuck which so beautiful and not allowing me to proceed further it was then I realized that  the alien place which I never knew before is now my own kingdom. Now I am no more unknown to my campus and my college, the gates are known to me the windows from where little breeze pops in mid of ongoing sessions is aware of my presence, the big black board which always stare at me when I am in class just fulfilling its task of keeping a watch that rather I am focusing on current happenings in the class or not. This all was not like this way back when it was my first day at my college when for me everything was new; the people with whom I use to sit before now are no more strangers, the staircase which leads to me to my four wall class is like a known guide to me. This all has now become my own little kingdom, where everything is so known where everything is so easily shown that I can blindfolded walk and still can reach where I am willing to, in others words I would like to state that now I have matured in accepting the place as my own belongings.

      Here the things are just like: everyday’s garden play which I use to have in my childhood where I was though known of every game which I use to play with my friends still it was so new to be a part of it, similarly here in my known kingdom with my batch mates around I am enjoying not only learning but overall journey of reconnecting my present to my desired future. New faces, new people, new rules and new game this is what it makes humans always on their own toes as they are filled with excitement as to what will be next that they will encounter, being little frank on this I am also very excited about what is the next level of game which I have yet not seen and will provide me a learning experience over here in my kingdom. What adds to this is my second wooden bench on which I sit, the bench is only occupied by me and my own thoughts, when whole of class is busy enjoying the company of their neighbors I am somewhere searching my the ways to get connected to my dreams, now people do not matter and they also do not play any role in my life as everything is well controlled by time, if its your time people will salute you and if not they will just kick you, what I like about my kingdom is that I am Alexander of my plot where without being cruel I am able to dictate my life, it’s said sometimes you need to find yourself in order to find success. I somewhere or the other remember my school days where I use to sit with my gang who use to be always be notorious and again very high when it came to scoring marks, here at this level I do not have them but still I have the glimpse of them which makes me pumped up that time has passed but again lets not forget that If I wish I can gain build up the same four walls.

   I will like to continue it from here in near future as this not the end but again it’s an new beginning

Emotional vacuum:

        Very intense and different thing arises when situations and circumstances do not follow up your own drawn road map and they tend to make their own path. Being social creatures we at times get much more agitated, sense of restlessness which actually drops out as an unacceptable behavior. Emotional vacuum – when we actually talk about this kind of space we are actually throwing our self to blank spot; a place from where we cannot then carry our self to an proper state. Here when we are actually being indulged in understanding what kind of emotional vacuum it can be we can go through a short phase of words that will cumulatively sum up story.

     Before understanding anything or even knowing things the first and foremost step which we all like to do is looking towards the things and deciding whether they suit our comfort zone or not; Same holds true for people whom we select or accept only on that basis that will they be able to occupy the place given by us or will they be just an addition and creating imbalance. Human creature is very wild in this context as he just wants to be very protective in his this particular selection of people as when we allot someone place in our lives it means, we are opening up our doors of owned zone for them and it permits them to come in and go at any time they want. But suddenly when this people leave away and when we are left alone in the mid of sea where already storm is expected we realize that we are in the state of emotional vacuum.

     “No one stays till the end when storm is just meant for you”, this is where an overall picture gets clear as when we look back how many times an person whom we thought to be there always have been the same with passage of time, only universal law which holds true here is that circumstances changes and with that people and with that their attitude and aptitude to respect our allotted place to them. “Only thing that is permanent is change”. EMOTIONAL VACUUM just is an exaggerated definition of what an person undergoes when suddenly an “known turns into unknown”

Child which runs 2011

Gone are the days when they were just meant to play,

Now they are also playing a crucial game in framing artistic clay.

The traditional approach of going school is still the same,

But now these school going children are also keen to earn fame.

They are small in age and size,

But they still have a clear image,

As to what will earn them prize.

Competitions are now keeping them on toes,

They are always busy in aiming arrows in bows.

The social power of there is also now not neglected,

As now they have many social networking sites to be selected.

They can dance on music and sing melodious tracks,

They can run before time on long race tracks.

They know the concept of global warming in this age,

And thus now if environment gets additional pollution,

They know how to exercise rage.

21^st century is solid from its base,

As it has such children who have will to get their dreams chased.

Last two minutes

       Numerical value last two minutes, this sounds as if I am going to describe a incidence where last two minutes played a huge role but on contrary to that, I do not have anything like that as no incidence will be a part here where last two minutes played a role. Sometimes this last two minutes are confusing as what you can do in these allotted two minutes? Nothing but still this two minutes have a role which cannot be even played by hours and hours together. If I imagine that if I am given these two minutes just two minutes to talk with a person who is close to me then I will not be able to say anything as what should I prioritize and what should I leave? If I am given  last two minutes not last as someone will disagree so will have to use only  two minutes then I will not be able to say anything as my silence will have a endless conversation with that person in that two minutes though my mouth may not even have any movement. This all sounds like a scrap but well cannot every time make sure that crowd is being entertained by my words. Small and simple way to show that what this two minutes mean to me is by just saying that

“I speak a lot when clock has restrictions but I become speechless when clock is set free and I can take my own time” 

A wood to woods

Its said when you start walking its only you......
and when you are involve in your work with pure dedication people start following yoU...
here's a  poetic tale how a tree actually got converted into forest

I was standing firm on ground

Though things were forcing me to get uproot and drown

My idea was not to give up my way

My strength was to stand and save

The roots were deeper and very strong

But the situations every time tested to prove it falsely wrong

Today I am out of many

But earlier I was just one on this sandy

Aim big and target the sky

Do not be just a rig and satisfy with a buy

Dream of life is just always live

Beam of light will always make you smile

The support of yours is only you

The strength of yours is only you

The slow and gradual storm cannot fear me up

As I want to handle the cyclone and cheer with buzz

My life is not just a story anymore

It’s more a glory of the shore

I not have a edge over the  humbleness word

As I also do not get drench

With worse situations known as bad curd

The life has a reason to give us everything

The cliff has reason

That we climb for it though not having wings

Success has its own facets

And that we have to our self taste

Come live, become live

And sing with me

Because though once I was just a wood

Today I stand with woods

I fought and conquered is not the case here

I fought and won is the race to cheer

lAst edge.....

    Start:        
           Every time I come back with a blog..... I feel I am getting matured as far as understanding about some particular thing is concerned,today when I am using my keyboard to write its basically because some thing is forcing me to write this....well cannot completely occupy this blog with all me so, will turn it to different track...when we care for some one or would say some people...its not that we are sort of beggars always.We do not always have to show them that we care for them.why we should do that....??? if they think that they are happy without us..we should accept that...people and sentiments have always been my area of interest.... like wise now I realise that I am living in fake world.why it cannot be only me in whole picture?...why I want some one to accompany me?In this world everyone never gets a person to whom he/she can speak to whenever he/she wants.... well.... but back of the stage we always want someone or at least some people to be there for us....I started with a thing to which I do not want to end......some times is not easy to accept that now we have no place in Some one's life..... it can be our best friend or good friend or any one who means a lot to us....game is seeming like I have never played it..... cannot even out flow my inner soul and show what actually I want to prove by my this blog....I do not say that just always  run after them and make them feel like they are precious to us.... but if we cannot even do that then we are not humans

Thinking station:

   "HUMANIMAL"..this word was used by me in my some of  the previous blog,but in that it was there for some other reason and here I am using it to just throw a light on a fact that even animals can show their feelings then why we cannot?imagine that when you walk down lane of your life suddenly you want some one back again no one would come once you kick them so its just like a either throw or grow kinda thing.I am frankly not sure about what I am writing? or why I am writing? whats so wrong in my life that I am just creating a boredom for some one who gonna read this.Answer to all questions is that I do not know.Some where I am angry on some things or its just that my expectations are over loaded with out any practical thought to it.Being frank do not know whats going on but its something which is undefined.Things can change so drastically to our surprise its just like talk of yesterday when everything was so in shape and today its like as if doubting its own existence,we know that  getting carried away with situations..is very normal as far as we humans are concerned but here it is where "HUMANIMAL" comes in picture;animals also have there life and they also survive in this world but they are much more practical then humans,when I am saying this I have to wide open my eyes and accept that I also lack in being that practical.
      I do not say that emotions and sentiments are everything but they are much more important, we all know that being successful is good but not having any one around us to share that is equally bad,this all you know I am not telling any thing new,what my job is here is to add a spice in this article by not repeating what you know but by just blasting this page by what I think we all should know...We have different energy within,we utilise it as and when required by us,the energy I am talking about is strength to accept that we also need relations and people to be with us.A person like me may not share every thing with all but I will for sure share with some one not because its compulsory but only because its make us feel good from within and its shows that what ever rough day it was we had our own fun from it..I know I am sounding much emotional and this will make  my reader think that whats so wrong but its only that this blog is certainly not about me or my emotional quotient but about some thing which we all should know.On this just remembered that one of my friend always says to me that "Every time I cannot blame outer factors for my condition" and she is absolutely right in this like always and this time I am not even doing that.We cannot blame air when our balloon gets flown away..-

End:
       "what was and what would be" we when talk to some people or when we talk about relations we all have to be sure that this not a zone where you can use your mind...as mind can make money..mind can learn books but heart is a place which deals here.Lets imagine that we would not trust some one who has just entered our life whom we never knew then what would be the out come?
Answer to above posed question is very simple , if we would not trust new people who enter our life then we would not be able to make our life beautiful as "All the flowers have fragrance but we only like some flower similarly many people come but we allow only few to enter our life or trust only few".By this the blog ends but this is not the end... My this attempt is just to highlight that last edge is up to us when we term it as the same.

soft wood

carpenter's tools:

 The title "soft wood"..is used intentionally to highlight particular element which I want to display by this blog. Humans are like soft wood... how they are soft wood, this can be known only when you are actually human; well jokes apart we are like wood we all think that we are...rock solid... nothing can affect us and we are very firm about all the things, but do you all really think so..? I do not accept this as I know no one will be able to even be wood firm on this... we are soft...soft when it comes to some things..some memories some people..some unique care....I do not say that we cannot control this.... I do not say that we cannot have grip on this... but softness is inbuilt in ours so though being rock wood we do get soft on this things...My take today is about a very normal thing that's... emotions and feelings when a soft wood is exposed to this then it ultimately affects the damn wood...we sometimes get our self so centered in some things or some one's life that we forget our own limits....limit is for sea also "when seashore says sea has to listen as sea cannot cross the shore from that place". But when we cross limit is major issue.... when we care for that thing or person a lot.... and we are ready to accept that the person may not even like that and may take it as disturbance...this thing soft wood cannot understand... knowing that person or thing may not like any thing or may even not accept we just go on and on.....no words for that way of care..... being in just 20s I am not even knowing many terms of dictionary....when soft gets brittle then what should wood do..??? that's major concern for carpenter....again just using the words here and there so nothing gets reveal..as fear factor is on driver seat....

chair and table:

                 Time is employing every one in chasing there own dreams....agreed...time is changing all in occupying there own place agreed... but is it so bad to not think about the charm which wood had before getting converted in scrap of table and chair....cutting tree with a needle may not work.... some tables and chair are like just made to be dumped only.....priorities are there for everyone....and will ever be... but whats so wrong in just feeling happy about  other's happiness.... its just like getting selfish for some other person or thing...wind is blowing..rain is above to come...and still I am just thinking about wood and not accepting that that wood is now just a scrap......no one stays forever Bhagwad Gita says this.but still we want some things to be there and be always be there....to realise whom you want and not is always a tough job... but its not so difficult....forcing things to go as we want will also not work....change and all cannot be a only reason for wood's destiny but its something which we have to take and inject in our mindset......"one said to two why we are so lame that we are not taken as big numbers, on that zero said if you saying like this then I should have been be dead by now"...the story of wood,chair and table.. and carpenter is some where in every one's life

mother.....

When I was born I was new..

I did not know any but she I knew

When I was born I was scared

I did not know how will I adjust in this world which would not be easy for me to bear

She made me comfortable

She made me to see this world with out label

Time played and I started to utter a word 'Maa'

This word was my first one which I could say

I use to cry when i felt like

I use to cry though everything would be right

Whenever I cried, she came and wiped my tears

Whenever I cried , she gave me light of cheer

When I started walking,I just had her finger to hold

When I started walking,I just had her strength to get me bold

What a power she has, I always wonder

what a shower her care has, I always ponder 

My mischiefs were always to grab her attention

My dirty handkerchiefs were always to alternate what she mentioned

she always wants me to be cheerful

she always wants me to be hopeful

People say mother is another god

But I pay her worship just like my only lord

How will I be able to give her all, what she gave me

How will I be able to give her all, the way she paved me

When I scored less, she got angry

when I played more match, she got angry

But whatever the time was, she always showed me the right way

However lime was , she always poured in right plate

Many times I forget that I am hurting her

Many time I did not get that how I am spoiling curd

She still never reacts to my stupidity

She still never acts back the way it should be owners duty

                                               When things are in favour world stays with you

But when things are odd lord trays with you

She comes and pumps the skill of life

She comes and teaches that lock can be broken also without knife

She loves me unconditionally

She loves me with me tranquillity

What a person she is I have no words

I am luckiest to have her

I am ugliest if I do not respect her

I

  

hOlding water

Introduction:

                When we try to hold something which we know or should say that were aware that we will not be able to; is just like holding water,water can never be hold ed ,blogger who is a poet now is again back on the blog with the new topic on which I will give my own philosophy.Its  just like that  I do not want to forget the land while flying in sky.All this days I was publishing poems and was enjoying it, my poem titled "she means world to me",this blog is carried from there, this poem is not published on blog but that's not matter of concern

Story:
           The blog is centered  upon a short story,I am not allowed to throw light on names of characters but I will give a proper understanding as and when require .We all need friends, yes we do, people with whom you dance,sing,cry and laugh.We all need friends,but in this all there's someone who becomes special by all means.the place of special person is not given by us but we our self do not know that how that some one becomes so special,I do not  want to drag the word special to very complicated plot but just want to keep it as pure as it sounds "special":when we term some one special we have to be all aware that,that person may throw us any time,that person can have a different opinion than ours, but this all is not important as "to term and to prove" is what we should believe in.Suddenly coming back to blog is not indication that my poems are past now, the poems I write are my own creation and I will continue to dream that
               "SOMEONE" sometimes has no define word,well I cannot even dare to say anything as this story is some one else and not mine ,I am just writer and thus 'who the hell I am ?' to define anything.I personally respect words , but cannot force rest of people to do that.Also important thing which needs to be thrown light is; If I were the part of this story ,I will never ever become hindrance in my some one special's way, but as I told  this story is not about me.I write because not only my pens allow me but also because some 'non-human" has filled me with energy.....Also by this blog  I do not want to pour in emotions and sentiments at all, as 'who the hell has given me that right also?', before this article, I was firm that now I will give up writing and will confine my words to my own self only, but then realised 'someone' has at least trusted my writing abilities ,so I should not let that person down

End:
        The word 'someone' can be  for me my best friend .... though now I think the 'best' cannot be used by me, but if after all I want to say that then at least I can whisper in my own ears.I know that we expect many things when we term people as best but If this would be my story, then would say why to expect as expectations are symbol of selfishness.My this dialogues  are showing that to write is easy but to stand on same is hard, well my readers (only one,that also now I am not sure),let time play the game.My some one my only best friend ,If not best from that person's point of view then also I think I am so called friend.Lastly I was scared, am scared , and will be scared as script is something which adds charm and if I lose it then nothing,I will still have my meals without taste

COIN WITH "3-SIDES" vEr2.0

        The topic on which my fingers are going to draw out this plot is something which i have already thrown much light... but we need a second chance to enhance and advance our self,as 1st attempt always do not allow us to out shadow our limitations and skills......so was just sitting ans wondering that should i get a second chance as far as my this blog is concerned....hmmmmm...!!!!!! i think i should get a chance to prove that "mein har baar kuchh bhi nahi bolta lolss"
          Third side of coin is something which is outcome of many things.... we always have some own way of accepting things... we like some proper order of situations to happen and which may help us to feel good and comfortable....no more complicating the words..... but rather throwing light on clarity....third side of coin is a well created,crafted and designed plot...
          A creeper plant needs support to stand.... lets talk about grapes... it requires support to stand and develop
but the support which it requires is just as... we all need support.... we always expect a support from situations to help us and make us more versatile with accordance to the things....my third side is also defined in the way that sum1 WHO is there for us..... sum1 who thinks about us....(i  am not talking about girlfriends and boyfriends as..... this kind of animals are not included in my sum1)..... support from situations, support from circumstances..... this what i mean by third side of coin....support...
              Do we need support.... yes we do..
              Why we need support...???
              Support is required to make things easy...
              Easy..????? how
              While riding bicycle we need paddles to put effort on it and to move it ahead....
              Then how paddles can be third side..???
              Paddles are not third side they just make things easy.......
              And they convert efforts into proper output


in that phase of time or in that duration of time while when we need that helping hand....we just need that 3rdside of coin where,things ultimately becomes easy and simple


kabhi kabhi.... apni kahani ka kirdar banna chahta hoon...
kabhi kabhi khud apni khushi ki wajah banna chahta hoon...
manta hoon... badi alag si hai meri chabi..
par phir bhi isse logo se anjaan rakhna chahta hoon

fEEling haPpILY low

Insight:


          excitement when does not meets expectation we really do not have nay proper way of reacting to that situation.we always have a proper way of reaction to certain situations, do we really..????.enjoyment in puzzled way means you enjoying but somewhere or the other but at the same time you are not actually there ............lost somewhere...........................................................................lost......................................
this blog  about a party where i was part of the crowd...people were relaxed as exams were just over and they had all the reasons to enjoy...music was making sure that people on the dance floor pumping up their feet... twinkling disco lights were a adding element to the mood of enjoyment.... juniors were just grabbing everything they can.... dress up of people was focusing that India is now a modern country... but in this crowd there was owner of this blog thinking what now... being the last bash he was trying to enjoy... but was not able to do it as he thought...fun was there he was tapping his feet with some known people...he was also calculating that with every step of his the three glorious years he had in college,his kingdom,where he has ruled the way he wanted to... are now coming to end.... i do not want to take this blog on very thing which will term it as i am writing about my college and my last year...rather i want to just make sure that... i have all the reasons to remember this place.people who may read this blog or scan it in other way will know that when i am talking about my college .....i am talking about my own self.i belong to my college not because i took admission in it.. because i accepted it with a point that its my place..and i want to explore it in my own way..

Song which was not played by dj but was implied:


"kab milenge na jaane hum,yaaron phir se kabhi"
again Hindi is made put in here but language is not a bar for me..three years were just like three days or more like three overs of an innings..... where we were yusuf or dhoni who had maximum of it by hitting every ball out of the park,umpires in form of professors..... and 3rd umpire the dean of college lolzzzz.....
one thing which i  want to give preference in my blogs is....who was i..????? before i joined this world .... and now who will be i..??? when i will leave this world of fun,my college...... career has a priority but at the same time the place who had given reasons to smile should be valued.... i do not say that i value it more or that i only have knowledge of what i am going to miss in upcoming years but i want to say that for me....This matters the same like all my other college mates........